“My love, do you know where the sheet is?”
“Yes, THE sheet!”
“Ohhh THE sheet… nope, last time I saw it, I was laying on it!”
“Do you think you can help me find it?”
“In a minute….”
“Hmmm… I think not, you see your orgasm today depends on that sheet being found. No sheet, no orgasm”
As you can imagine my earlier attitude suddenly changed when I heard this and all thoughts of editing photographs and generally buggering around on the internet were cast aside in favour if locating the missing sheet.
When he says THE sheet, I know exactly what he is looking for. It is a dark blue sheet that was long ago christened as the wax play sheet and so mention of orgasms and the sheet suddenly REALLY had my attention and the attention of my orgasm hungry body.
I found it. It was ‘hiding’ beneath the chair in the front room. A big smile adorned my face as I handed it to him. Without saying a word he took it from me and headed off back into the front room with it.
“Now what?” I called after him
“Nothing. Go back to what you were doing.” He replied
With a disgruntled huff I did as I was told and was soon reabsorbed into my editing task. In the other room I could hear him pottering around and then going upstairs but eventually he was back beside me and announcing that we were going to order pizza for dinner tonight.
This might seem totally unrelated to the sheet conversation but it was in fact all part of his wicked plan because he then informed me off the rules for my orgasm.
With the glass dildo he had selected I was to lie on the sofa and make myself cum…. Sounds easy so far…
Whilst he was dripping hot wax onto me… Now this is guaranteed to turn me on but also distract me from the joys of the glass dildo.
Oh and this was to be a timed event as I had until the pizza was delivered to reach my goal. If I came before the pizza got here then he would answer the door to the pizza man (and yes it is ALWAYS a man) but if I failed to cum then I would answer the door in my dressing gown but with enough flesh showing so that the pizza man got a good view of my wax covered body.
Ready, steady…. and the pizza was ordered.
He had light the fire in the front room. It was all warm and cosy as I sank naked into the cushions of the sofa that had been covered with THE sheet. The glass dildo was waiting for me and I wasted no time in grabbing it and rubbing its cool smoothness between the folds of my already damp cunt. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him lighting a candle but I was not to be distracted and so I closed my eyes and let my mind focus on the heat between my thighs.
The first splash of wax fell on my skin and suddenly the heat between my thighs was forgotten as the heat on my skin over powered my mind and shifted my focus. Instead of concentrating on the slow deliberate glide of the glass dildo in and out of my cunt my mind was now completely occupied by the searing hot wax falling onto my skin.
When it first starts you can’t help but react. The heat is shocking, stinging, and intense; it demands your attention. Each little droplet lands on the skin with a burning splash that makes you twist and turn. For a brief moment the heat is alarming and right on the edge of that fine line between pain and pleasure but then it starts to cool and that initial shock fades only to be triggered off all over again with the next droplet and then the next one and then the next one. Like little points of fire briefly erupting all over your skin.
I so want to be able to relax, to just let the wax consume me so that I can be consumed by the ache in my cunt but he has other plans. He tips the candle further so that the time between the drops is even shorter and slowly begins to cover me with more and more wax and I am fighting it. Struggling to let it happen, my body is bucking and twitching with every droplet and even though I can feel my juices coating the glass dildo I know that while my body is so challenged I will not be able to cum.
It often starts this way when he is playing with my pain versus pleasure thresholds. I am fairly sure that the rush of adrenalin kicks in my body’s natural instinct to ‘get away’ which for me often seems to briefly heighten the sense of pain but the key is to weather that storm because just on the horizon is that free-falling buzz that comes from all those delicious endorphins racing round my system.
No longer was I twisting and turning and fussing over every droplet. In fact each droplet had vanished in favour of one great big sensation of heat and tightness. Arching my back I offered myself up for more, hungry now for that heat, needing it to drive me on into my orgasm.
His command to open my eyes cut through my foggy brain and for a moment I lay and watched the candle burn brightly above my breasts and stomach but then…
“No…Look at me”
His hand was wrapped round his rock hard cock. How I had missed it a moment ago was beyond me as it was right there, so close that it made my mouth literally water with the thought of sucking on it but not close enough to actually be able to do it. I wanted it. I wanted it inside me, filling me with its own demanding heat just as the heat from the wax was coating my skin.
I never took my eyes of his cock as I imaged it sliding into the wet sticky folds of my cunt and all the time the wax rained down on me. The heat consuming me until I came; growling and snarling beneath him, legs spread, hips raised and mouth open.
An invite it would seem he just couldn’t refuse.
We were still breathlessly entwined on the sofa, my body covered in wax and his in a glossy sheen of sweat, when the doorbell rang. Needless to say he answered the door and paid for the pizza whilst I lay in a post orgasmic fog on the sofa and slowly pealed wax from my body. As we sat in front of the fire and feasted on pizza I realised that the only person who had really missed out that night had probably been the pizza man!
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